Facebook. Last year an old bf initiated a chat. This is not the first one to do this, but the most devastating.
You see I am most definitely happily married, almost 25 years this September 2015. Buuuut, sometimes you meet a man, if you are lucky you meet two, if you are even luckier you meet three that really know how to have fun in the sack. After my first bf turned me on to all the wonderful areas of my body, taught me about multiple orgasms, how to please a man from head to toe and how to take pleasure from head to toe, inside and out, it took another 12 years before I met another like that. One that didn't just, eat pussy (boring) and just fuck (yawn). One that like to get into each and every pore.
20+years ago I met a man. He was fun, handsome, smart, we had a great jobs, had ambition, we had a blast, for about 3 months, when I found out he also had a girlfriend. That was the end. A psycho gf. But told him if he really wanted to break it off with her then call me when it was over. Actually I met two men. The same month. But when the bf with the crazy girlfriend ended, I never told the other one. I was young but savvy enough to know I wanted to keep my options open. Cray-cray..
So, Billy from when I was 16, was the first old boyfriend to friend me on Facebook, as well as a few more from various stages from my life and it was pleasant aftet all those yeats to hear frim them. But Ashton, oh m, Ashton you see, we never ended properly. There was no fight, no growing apart, no cheating, none of the common split-up suspects. He was sweet and kind and adored me. Worshipped actually. He was 36, smart, stunningly rugged, beautiful and a dancer actor. Hard body. Who just wanted to travel to Renaissance Fairs all over the country and chase gigs. An accomplished horseman, he jousted, he danced, he also belonged to a dance troupe. The owners of the clubs he worked in loved him. Tall, strong, straight, bronze. And he was killer in bed.
OMG. 25 years later I still shudder at the thought.
But his ambition lay in being a better performer, perfectung his craft, he loved the Medieval Renaissance Fairs. He had steady work but, was grinding it out on the ground and traveled. I was ambitious and climbing the corporate ladder and aearching for something. But we continued our relationship, and then Mickey called...
Well, there was no exclusive commitment at this stage. I started dating them both. Ashton knew about Mickey, but not the other way around. It just never came up.
Some men, many men, head straight for you tits and clit and then want to stick it in. Not Ashton. And this us really about him. Our foreplay started with a phone call, it started in our heads. All this before cells phones. I don't know if the anticipation was what made our time together so...electric...or that it was always going to be on fire.
And when we were together, his body became a sex organ. I don't know where he got those extra hands, but he seem to grow another pair. Hands, fingers, mouth, he was everywhere, exploring, prodding poking. He was not afraid. He would slap my ass, twist my nipples, take me anally... I can't even begin to tell you. Thats as hust the foreplay.
Because of other commitments, Ashton and I only spent one or two nights a month together every two weeks. Incredible mind blowing sex. I don't know if it was because we spent so much time on the phone, hours, and really didn't see each other so much, but my body is shaking, clit twitching as I type, thinking about our nights of unbridled sex.
So twice per week we talk. I feel a little guilty, but...
Skype is a wonderful tool. Last night we Skyped. Me partially naked. Wearing a corset, my breasts over flowing over the top edge, no panties. Sitting one leg spread off to the side, the other leg bent up and back hanging over the arm of my chair. This spread my now swollen pussy lips and left little to the imagination.